The Penguin recently released from Arkham Asylum begins a campaign of revenge against Barbara Gordon for rejecting his offer of marriage. By the use of sophisticated mind control techniques the fowl fiend plans to blacken Miss Gordon's spotless reputation.
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It was bright sunny Saturday in early spring as Barbara Gordon strolled the streets of Gotham City. After a dreary winter Babs Gordon was eager to explore her city by foot. Dressed in a bright yellow sundress the young red head enjoyed the sights and sounds of streets now awakened from a three-month hibernation.
As she made her way down Fulton Avenue Barbara noticed a new a section of public housing was being built. As head of the Social Services Department at the Human Resource Development Center, a private think tank, Gotham City's urban renewal program was of great interest to her. The new homes were of a type of two story townhouse. As she was walking under the scaffolding that covered the sidewalk she suddenly heard a cry of,
"Look out Miss Look out!"
The next thing Barbara knew she was struck by something soft but wet. A blob of wet sand had struck right on top of her head. The sand slowly oozed down her beautiful red shoulder length tresses and also onto her face. After wiping the sand from her face with her hand Babes looked up and saw a construction worker holding a bucket with a look of total shock on his face.
While Babs tried to remove the sand from her now sodden hair the construction worker quickly climbed down the scaffolding to the street and quickly approached his innocent victim. In a concerned tone he inquired,
"Are you all right Miss? I am terrible sorry but I tripped over a bucket." Barbara Gordon now over the initial shock replied,
"I am all right. It just a bit of a shock that's all." The worker looked at the tall beauty with her hair covered with sand and exclaimed,
"Are you sure Miss?" With a broad smile Babs replied,
"Yes, I am fine. It's just an accident. Nobody's fault!" The middle aged man still upset remarked,
"No, it is my fault! If I wasn't so clumsy!" He looked at her bedraggled hair and declared,
"Oh and your beautiful hair! I have ruined it!" Barbara not wanting to bother the man any more exclaimed,
"Oh don't worry about my hair. I will go home and wash it and it will be fine." The builder still perturbed answered,
"No, it's my fault and I want to make it right. Ah Miss?" The red head replied,
"Gordon, Barbara Gordon." The man continued,
"Miss Gordon please let me set things right for you. There is a beauty saloon right around the corner that my wife uses. I want you to go there right now and get your hair washed and dried. I will pay for it! You tell them to put it on Bill Townsend's account!" Barbara Gordon was very impressed by the man's gesture but tried to decline it. She exclaimed,
"Really Mr. Townsend this isn't necessary. It was an accident." But the man was not to be put off by the young beauty and exclaimed, "No, Miss Gordon I really must insist on this. It was my fault and I want to take care of it." Barbara finally saw that Mr. Townsend was not to be dissuaded and reluctantly agreed to his proposal. With a big smile she remarked,
"All right Mr. Townsend you win. I will go right now." The man gratefully replied,
"Thank you Miss Gordon. I am sorry that I troubled you."
Halfway down the next block the young lovely came upon the beauty saloon called "Jacques House of Hair" Despite the name the saloon had a very upscale ambiance which Barbara noticed as she entered the shop. An elderly but well dressed man with a very pronounced French accent at the counter greeted her. It was obvious that the man was Jacque
"Ah Mademoiselle, how may I help you?" Barbara rather sheepishly replied
"Well I was walking by the construction project when some sand fell off the scaffolding and landed on my head. The man responsible insisted that I come here and have my hair washed and dried." The man quickly examined Barbara's fantastic tresses exclaimed,
"Ah, those brutes! Please Mademoiselle' come this way I, Jacque, shall attend to you."
Barbara was led through the saloon filled with customers to a private room which appeared to be Jacques saloon. The room with all the accoutrements of a beauty shop but had very dark wood paneling and almost blood red drapes. It reminded Babs of the Cathouses that her father had closed down when he became Police Commissioner.
The red haired lovely was seated in front of sink by Jacque, who informed her of his plan for her,
"Now Mademoiselle' ah?" The young beauty replied," Gordon, Barbara Gordon!"
"Ah Mademoiselle' Barbara, I shall wash your lovely hair at least three times to insure that all of the sand is removed. Then I shall condition it. After that I will cut your hair and then I will dry it. Any questions Mademoiselle'?" Barbara now unsure inquired,
"How much will you cut?" Jacque saw immediately that he had misspoken and replied,
"Pardon Mademoiselle' Barbara, I meant to say to trim. I want to trim the hair around the your face so it will highlighted better. " Jacque softly fondled a long strand of her hair and remarked,
"To cut such long and lovely tresses would be a crime!"
The hair stylist went to work and began to softly wash Barbara's fiery tresses in warm water and using a shampoo that smelled like bubble gum and made her scalp tingle. As she sat while Jacque washed her hair Babs became very relaxed. She tried to concentrate on things she needed to do when she got home. The spark plugs on the Batgirlcycle had to be changed and the tear in her new Bat Suit needed to be mended. It was all she could do to stay awake.
With the washing and conditioning finished Jacque combed out Barbara's long locks and then began to delicately trim the mane that surrounded her flawless face. The trim was completed so the stylist pinned up Barbara's locks and put her under a hair dryer. The warmth of machine on her hair as well as soft buzzing sound soon had the beauty fast asleep.
Barbara soon awoke from the dryer. Jacque then began to comb out her long luscious hair. As Jacque pulled his comb through the long tresses he began to softly exclaim, "Magnificent." With a shout of "Voila", Jacque announced the task was now complete and turned the chair so Babs would face the mirror. What she saw took her breath away.
Barbara Gordon always felt that her hair looked great. Now it looked sensational. The deep shimmer and shine of her red tresses was even more pronounced. The flawless face was perfectly ringed by her locks. Jacque inquired as to her satisfaction,
"Mademoiselle Barbara what do you think?" Babs quickly replied,
"Jacque I love it! Oh thank you so much!" Jacque smiled and remarked,
"My pleasure Mademoiselle' Barbara! It is always a delight to do the hair of a truly beautiful woman." Barbara began to blush and exclaimed,
"Merci Jacque, but that isn't really true. I am not gorgeous!" Jacque instantly protested,
"Mademoiselle' Barbara it is obvious that you do not look in the mirror enough. You are not gorgeous because you are a Goddess. You are truly lovely. So much so that I have a proposal for you. I need a model for some newspaper ads and a spokesperson for a television commercial. If you agree to do the ads and commercial I will do your hair every week for a year for free."
The red haired lovely was thrilled and instantly agreed to Jacques offer. This was a very uncharacteristic act for Barbara Gordon. Being as her alto ego was the fantastically beautiful caped crime fighter Batgirl, Barbara Gordon tried to remain as low key as possible.
Barbara hoped that by staying out of the limelight as much as possible that no one would notice the great similarity between herself and Batgirl. Now she had agreed to photo ads and a television commercial for Jacque. The fact that her face would soon grace newspapers and television in Gotham City could hardly be called not being in the lime light.
When the red haired beauty exited the beauty saloon she continued walking farther done the street. She was walking by a shop when flash of black and red suddenly caught her eye. Barbara stopped and stared into the front window of Elaine's Erotic Boutique. A tall mannequin wore the most gorgeous pair of thigh boots Babs had ever seen. They were black patent lace up boots with red trim around the laces and five inch spike heels.
All at once Barbara Gordon was overcome by a desperate urge. She had to have those boots. The lust to own them was just as great as her lust for the caped crime fighter Batman. Barbara Gordon was not one for impulse buying but before she knew it she was in Elaine's Erotic Boutique asking if she could try on a pair of those fabulous boots.
The red haired lovely was waited on by Elaine herself who informed Barbara that the boots were on sale. After she slipped on the gleaming foot ware Barbara walked around the shop to check the look and feel of her potential purchase. Light danced and gleamed from the shiny black surface while the satin lining inside gently caressed her long legs the way a devoted lover would.
As Babs moved around the crowded shop she also noticed a pair of shoulder length black patent gloves also trimmed in red. The gloves would a perfect compliment to the thigh boots. Elaine now inquired,
"How do they feel?" Barbara picked up the patent gloves and replied,
"They feel heavenly. I'll take them and these gloves!" The owner of the shop remarked,
"Excellent choices Miss! The boots and gloves really go together nicely" Barbara continued to walk around the store gazing at a number of gaudy as well as scanty costumes that were for sale. Now satisfied with her purchase the red head removed the boots and placed them on the sales counter. As Elaine finished wrapping the two items a thought went through her mind and she exclaimed,
"Miss I have two other items in the back that would go great with your boots and gloves.
Would you like to see them?" Again on impulse Babs exclaimed, "Yes, I would!"
As the owner went into the back of the shop Barbara tried to recall the two things she needed to do when she returned home. She thought one had something to do with an engine and the other sewing but she was not sure. What she was sure of however was that when she got home she would try on her new ensemble.
Elaine returned with two card board boxes. The owner opened them and pulled an exquisite back patent bustier and black patent hot pants. Both trimmed in red along the outside edge. Barbara was delighted and exclaimed "I'll take them!" As the store owner began to wrap the boxes Babs exclaimed, "Shouldn't I try them on first?" Elaine declared,
"I have an eye for figures and those will fit you perfectly. If they don't, just return them."
Five minutes later Barbara Gordon left Elaine's Erotic Boutique with her boots, bustier, hot pants and gloves. She was thrilled with her purchases which cost a mere two hundred dollars. The lovely red head was filled with anticipation over what her outfit would look like once she put it on.
When Barbara Gordon arrived back at her apartment she immediately went into her bedroom. She then unwrapped each piece of her ensemble and laid it on her bed. As she gazed on each item she tried to imagine how it would look on her. Babs then slipped out of her sundress and quickly removed her white cotton bra and panties. Now naked the lovely began the ritual of donning her outfit of black PVC.
The bustier was the first item which Babs pulled down over lush her size 36 breasts. It was a perfect fit as Elaine had predicted. The top rose just over her nipples and exposed a maximum of her cleavage. Next came the hot pants which were also a perfect fit. She looked in the mirror above her vanity. The image was incredibly hot as the bustier and hot pants looked as if they had been painted on her incredible body.
It was now time for the shoulder length gloves which Babs slowly pulled on with all the grace of a top stripper. Finally she slid into her boots and slowly laced them from her toes to the middle of her shapely thigh. With every thing place Barbara glanced at the full length mirror on her closet door.
Barbara Gordon intently studied the image of a five foot ten inch red head whose arms, torso and legs were sheathed in gleaming black PVC. She placed her arms over her head did a slow pirouette and watched the overhead light reflect off her gleaming gloves and brilliant boots. Babs loved the way the bustier and hot pants hugged every inch of her shapely curves.
The look she had achieved was extremely slutty but she loved it. She was hot and she knew it. From now on this was the look she wanted to present. To hell with conservative suits, sensible shoes and flowered sun dresses. Barbara knew she had a great body and it was time to show it off.
For the next several minutes she danced and preened in front of the mirror. The satin lining of all the items gently massaged her. She revealed in the sexy images that she created. The lovely red head drank in her image as if she was in a fairy tale. Then came a knock at her front door followed by a voice,
"Barbara are you home?" The dance suddenly stopped and she was filled with dread as she realized that her father had come to call. With a practiced reflex she slammed the bedroom door shut as she called,
"I am in the bedroom Dad, be right there!" Her father had a habit of showing up at the worst possible moment she thought as she tore the gleaming gloves from her arms. She then undid the side zipper on her boots and quickly stepped out of them. She then slid the boots and gloves under the bed. Babs then grabbed her gold satin robe and ran to the door.
Barbara quickly pulled on the shimmering robe to hide the bustier and hot pants which she did not have time to remove. With a big smile on her face she unlocked the front door and exclaimed,
"Daddy what brings you here to visit?" The Police Commissioner was slightly taken aback with the lustrous gold robe his daughter wore. He exclaimed,
"I was checking on a case and was in the area so I just thought I would drop by and see you pumpkin." Barbara still smiling escorted her dad into the living room. She inquired,
"Can I get you anything?" Big Jim Gordon replied, "No darling I am fine." As they sat down the lovely red head remarked,
"What case are you working Daddy?" The policeman answered,
"A missing person case! A Dr. Bruce Silverman an expert on mind control vanished after he finished a lecture at Gotham University. No one has seen him or heard from him for the last two weeks." Now interested Barbara interjected,
"I don't recall reading about it the papers!" Jim Gordon then exclaimed,
"It hasn't been in the papers because of Dr. Silverman's research. It is said that he was on the verge of developing a drug that would revolutionize the treatment of mental illness. I have done everything I can to keep his disappearance a secret. We initially felt it was a kidnapping but there has been no ransom demands. It is all very strange."
The Commissioner then looked at his watch and exclaimed,
"Barbara I am due back in the office in an hour I really must be going! Are you all right? I don't get to see you as much as I would like." Barbara smiled, "I am fine Daddy!"
The young lovely rose rapidly out of her recliner to escort her father to the door. But as she did the gold robe caught on the chair and the black patent hot pants where suddenly revealed. Jim Gordon suddenly scowled at the site of his daughter's risqué clothing and in an unapproving voice declared,
"Barbara, you shouldn't wear shorts like that. It makes you look like those women we arrest every evening." Stung by her father's words Barbara tried to recover,
"Oh Daddy don't worry! I was just trying them on. Some one gave them to me at work as a gag gift. I would never wear them in public!" By his look her father did not appear at all satisfied. The loving daughter kissed her fathers cheek as he stepped into the hall.
The lovely breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door and thought to herself,
"That was close! Boy am I glad he didn't see the bustier." The next three weeks were extremely busy for the red haired beauty. Barbara went every Saturday to Jacques saloon to have her hair done. This was naturally followed by a visit to Elaine's boutique where Barbara looked for special goodies she had to have. One day while purchasing a very sexy black patent ensemble consisting of a bra, panties and garter belt she noticed a large number of business cards posted on a bulletin board. All sorts of special merchandise and services were advertised.
When she was not working Barbara was at library researching various topics she had recently become interested in. The stack of library books in her apartment seemed to grow day by day. Barbara also found herself in demand as a model.
She did a photo shoot for Jacques newspaper advertisement. Two days later she did an excellent job in the television commercial produced for her hair stylist. The success of the ads and the commercial led to additional modeling jobs which Babs eagerly accepted. In a short period of time Barbara's flawless face was popping up all over Gotham City on billboards and newspapers.
A benefit of the modeling work was the extra income it provided. Barbara was now determined to update her dowdy wardrobe and went on a buying spree. The only garments considered for purchase had to be, either lame, leather or satin. She wanted shorter skirts, sexier pants and tight blouses. Along with this it seemed the bold beauty had abandoned shoes in favor of boots.
It wasn't long however before the new wardrobe began to cause problems at the Human Research and Development Center. One day Barbara arrived at work wearing a very tight fitting black leather blouse and gold lame jeans stuffed into black knee high boots with four inch spike heels. For the entire day she was the talk of the think tank. As she walked the corridors of the building Barbara revealed in all the admiring glances that she received.
After this the trend of rather risqué cloths continued with Babs wearing short skirts, tight blouses that accentuated her chest and the always present knee or ankle boots. One day however Barbara crossed the line. Selected to host an important conference on urban renewal she appeared in a form fitting silver lame blouse, silver lame hot pants and silver thigh boots. Outraged by her inappropriate dress the red haired beauty was immediately placed on three months administrative leave by her superiors
Now on leave Barbara devotes even more time to her research at the library and her modeling career. During her visits to Elaine's boutique the red head became put off by the high price of many outfits she desired. Being an expert seamstress now with time on her hands Babs bought a large amount of black and red satin as well as PVC. The director of social services soon turned out some incredibly sexy outfits.
The new clothes and more public lifestyle of Barbara Gordon had not gone unnoticed by Police Commissioner James Gordon. As Barbara's father he was very proud of the public attention and recognition his beautiful daughter was receiving. Every time he saw her flawless face gracing a newspaper or magazine he was thrilled. His only complaint was Babs new style of dress. To his conservative mind her clothes bordered on the line between sexy and trashy. He was at a loss to explain how in the last month his quiet sensible devoted daughter had been transformed into gorgeous but shameless exhibitionist.
Even with his doubts about his daughter's new look there was one thing Jim Gordon was very pleased about. Not once in the last month had Barbara slipped into her alter ego as the caped crime fighter Batgirl. The fact that Batgirl had not conducted one crime patrol filled him with relief.
The subject of the Bat Beauty was an extremely delicate one between Barbara and her father. It was never discussed unless Babs was in costume. With the exception of Batman who he had a long relationship with Jim Gordon was not in favor of masked vigilantes fighting crime in his city. By becoming Batgirl Jim Gordon felt his daughter had cruelly betrayed all of his life's work He knew however that it was not intentional and that she had done it to fulfill some inner need.
The Commissioner had only recently discovered Batgirl's true identity. While she was on patrol Jim Gordon was in a constant state of worry. He knew what would happen to his lovely daughter if the scum of the city ever got their hands on the shimmering seductress in the purple Bat Suit. He had pleaded with Barbara to give up Batgirl but she would not listen to him. Babs was adamant and stated that Batgirl was something that she needed and would never give up.
It now appeared however that Barbara had come to her senses. Maybe she had finally outgrown it. He could live with Barbara's new look a lot better than he could with Batgirl. Jim Gordon made a mental note to himself to never bring up the subject of the Caped Crusadress. It was always better to let sleeping dogs lie.
On the Saturday evening after her fifth visit to Jacques House of Hair Barbara Gordon prepared to leave her apartment for the evening. She wore her favorite ensemble which was of course her black patent bustier and hot pants, black patent shoulder length gloves and her black patent lace up thigh boots. As a cab pulled up in front of her building the red haired lovely picked up her latest sewing creation. It was a full length black patent cape with a blood red satin lining. The beauty in black patent fastened the lustrous cape around her pretty neck and then slid her arms through the two side slits. She then picked up clutch purse and headed for the door.
After a twenty minute ride the cab pulled up in front of an elderly brownstone on the west side of the city. The caped cutie payed her fare, walked to the front door of the house and depressed the bell. After a minute the door opened to reveal an attractive blond haired woman of late middle age. Barbara Gordon then inquired
"Are you Mistress Anita?" The blond replied "Yes I am! And you are?" Babs exclaimed,
"I am Barbara Gordon. I spoke to you last evening!" The older woman acknowledged,
"Ah, yes Miss Gordon! Permit me a question but why have you come?" Barbara slowly opened her cape revealing her fabulous black patent outfit and replied,
"I have come to learn the profession of Dominatrix from you!" Mistress Anita stunned by the patent clad beauty that stood before her remarked,
"Well you certainly have the body and the clothes for it! Please come in!"
HOLY ON THE JOB TRAINING!
What has happened to sweet and innocent Barbara Gordon? Why has she suddenly decided to become a Dominatrix and inflict pain and humiliation on others?